I found a story about an upheaval of nobles against the king. One female traitor , Alexandra, attended a feast at the king's court, she had to be there, and dreamt of the new power
She looked over at the Princess Henriette as she pointedly ignored Alexandra. I don't think you will go to the soldiers, after all, my dear, she thought. I think I'll have you taken down to the quite well-stocked, if little used, dungeons below this very castle, and I'll have you interrogated just for amusement. I'll supervise it myself. I know you don't have a thought in that brainless head worth knowing, but you are a lovely woman, and your suffering will be diverting. And, at the end, after you've tried desperately to find something to tell us to make the pain stop, if only for a few minutes, then I believe I'll have you flayed alive and hung by a hook in the courtyard while you're still living!
About ten minutes later, Countess Alexandra was dreamily visualizing the soft skin being peeled from Princess Henriette’s breasts.....
